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JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL CHRISTMAS PAGAENT FUN

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by DAN When I was in junior high school -- or middle school, as it is now called -- I was constantly in trouble for one thing or another. Mostly truancy, but also a general lack of discipline and interest in anything having to do with school. All I wanted was to have fun with my friends, and fun NEVER meant anything school related. I was in and out of the counselor's office more times than I care to remember. After one especially difficult month when I had been to school exactly 3 times over the course of 4 weeks, my counselor got the brilliant idea to put me in the drama class, hoping that I would enjoy it and decide to stop cutting classes all the time. The first day I walked into the drama classroom I almost turned right around and walked back out. But the teacher had an eagle eye and welcomed me as a new addition and told me where to sit. I took a look around me at all the kids in the room -- hopeless dorks. And they expected me to put up with this and just accept it?! No way. I was in 9th grade which means that I was 14 years old, and for the past 2 summers my older nephew and I had been experimenting on each other sexually. It was a whole new world to me and I loved it. So by this time I had an eye on the boys at school, scoping them out to try and figure out if any of them were up for fooling around the way me and my nephew did. Of course, I would never have done anything overt because I was a shy, withdrawn boy. But I also had a secret hell-raising streak that only came out when I was with kids I knew, trusted, and liked. As I looked around the room at the 15 or so other students, I was surprised to see the son of the principal of the high school we would both be attending next year. His name was Tom and he wasn't anything special to look at, but he had big blue luminous eyes and a ready smile that revealed braces on his teeth when he opened his mouth. We knew each other from shop class, and I thought he was a pretty OK guy. I knew a few of the other students too, so I figured I'd give it a week and if I still thought they were all dorks I would skip out on this class, too. Well, as my counselor had hoped, I quickly came to really enjoy the class and the teacher. It was a welcome break from the boring academic classes I was supposed to suffer through each day, and I found to my surprise that I did really well in acting. It was fun! As Fall advanced into Winter, the drama teacher told us we would be presenting a portion of the annual Christmas pagaent that was presented to the students during a school-day assembly as well as three public performances in the evenings for the community and our families. This was a beginning drama class, so nothing too demanding was expected of us. Basically, the drama class would get costumed up like the figures in the Nativity and assume poses behind a scrim as a narrator told the Christmas story, interspersed with songs sung by the school choir. This way, we got to experiment with makeup and costumes, without having to memorize any lines. There were 4 or 5 scenes, and I was chosen to portray Joseph. Tom was one of the shepherds. I think I probably got the role of Joseph because I was a little bit taller than the other boys in the class, while Tom was still fairly short. Well, this story revolves around what happened in the dressing room of the school's auditorium during the school assembly performance. As we all excitedly got our makeup and costumes on, this one boy named Jeff - who looked to be about 15 or 16 years old, although he was actually only 14 - stripped naked to change into his costume. I forget what role he was playing, but all the boys' eyes were glued on him as he stood there naked and began to put his costume on. I was staring pretty hard at his body which was developed and toned for a kid his age, and especially at his dick. He already had a good, thick patch of dark brown pubic hair surrounding his thick cock and I also remember that I had never seen such big, full balls on anyone before. This kid was built! I also noticed that Tom was one of the other boys doing the staring. One of the boys started laughing and broke the tension of the moment by calling us fags because we were all staring at Jeff. The thing I recall most vividly was Jeff saying to leave us alone cuz it was natural for boys to check each other out. In later years I wondered why he said that. Maybe he fooled around like me and my nephew did, too! Anyway, the moment was over as quickly as it had begun, and those who were in the first scene (the Annunciation) went downstairs to the backstage area, leaving just me and Tom alone in the dressing room. Our scene didn't go on for at least another 15 minutes. Like all boys our age, we had fun teasing and tormenting each other, pulling silly practical jokes whenever the opportunity came up. I kept going in and out of the room and every time I'd leave I would turn the lights off, leaving Tom completely in the dark. This room had no windows, so when the lights went off it was completely black. Then I'd come back in after a few seconds and turn the lights back on. Stupid, pointless fun. Tom laughed and started doing it too. We we're both starting to put off some sort of weird energy, almost like ths strange electric charge. After a bit more, he held the door shut from the inside after I had gone out into the hall. After a second he opened it and when he went out the next time, I held it shut a bit longer. The next round, he held the door shut on me for quite a while; I started getting nervous, cuz jokes that backfired on me always pissed me off. But just when I wasn't thinking this was fun anymore, he opened the door and I stepped in and gave him a shove. When he closed the door he didn't turn the light back on and I heard him lock the door. It was a boy's dressing room, so I guess the school figured we guys deserved our privacy, too. Anyway, I laughed and said I couldn't see a thing. Then he just laughed sort of whispery and I could feel him near me right before he shoved me back. I laughed and we started to "whoop" for a second, then we both quieted down and our breathing was straining. All of a sudden, we were wrestling standing up, but sort of hugging too. I didn't even have time to think about what was going on. All the time, we were both real quiet and then we'd laugh short, breathy laughs and then get quiet again except for some audible breathing. Finally, after just a few moments of this, Tom got me around the waist and took me to the floor. I wasn't really resisting too hard, just sort of going along with the whole thing, by now not believing what was happening between me and my future principal's son. We wrestled around some more, rolling around so that we each were on top and on bottom. The rolling got slower and ended with Tom on top of me. So here's the picture: We're in a completely black dressing room during the school Christmas pagaent, two 14 year old boys, dressed in our costumes. I'm in a long burlap robe with a sleeveless robe over that; he's in a short burlap tunic, barelegged and shoeless. He's on top of me, and if anyone had walked in and turned the lights on at that moment, it would have looked more like a scene from The Story of Sodom and Gomorrah than the school Christmas pagaent! What happened was fast and wordless. At first he just kept himself propped on his elbows and wasn't moving his hips or anything. I guess he was figuring out whether to go with it or not. I think I wriggled around a little, pretending that he really was keeping me down by holding my wrists down to the floor. Then I arched up my groin to touch his, and then he just sort of relaxed and layed himself down on top of me. I could feel his hips start to buck into mine, slow and steady as his breath got huskier. He let up on my hands and I brought them around to hold his ass down tighter, forcing his hard dick to rub against mine straining against those damn robes. Even through all that material, I could still feel how hard his cock was. I hitched up his loose burlap tunic, and I remember that the feel of the rough material was so different from the feel of his warm, sweaty skin as I groped for his ass and tried to reach under his belly so I could feel his cock. His tighty whities, I remember, were wet and stuck to his ass. His skin felt like it was on fire. He raised himself up a bit so I could reach his dick, and I felt how hard and wet he was through the tight fabric of his briefs. He made little whimpering, gasping noises and I rubber his cock faster and harder through his thin cotton underpants. He leaned down and buried his face into my neck and I turned my face towards his to force him up. He came up and we kissed hard with our tongues boxing in each others mouths. It felt like he coughed in my mouth and he reared back groaning softly, just as I felt his cock explode in a flood of very hot cum. He bucked his hips 3 or 4 times and then quieted down, his breath coming slower and clearer. I held on to his bulge until it started to go soft. My hand was covered from fingertips to the heel of my hand with his sticky seepage. He rolled off me, got up, and I heard him fumble his way into the bathroom inside the dressing room. He turned the light on and shut the door and I heard him turn on the water. I got up fast, turned on the lights, unlocked the door, and straightened out my robes. He came out of the bathroom, looked at me briefly and smiled and then said that he was nervous about how we'd do onstage as he combed his hair in a mirror. After a few seconds, the door opened and in came the first scene kids. We went downstairs, did our stuff, and never mentioned or repeated our little sexplay again. However, Tom and I developed a friendship and would talk on the phone every night after that for hours and hours. It was almost like having a girlfriend. We had almost talked his dad into letting Tom come with me and my family to our vacation cabin in the country during the Christmas break, but at the last second Tom told me his dad said no. I had figured as much. I guess his father didn't want his son hanging out with a kid who had a history of truancy and other negative behavior. Our friendship quickly burned out because his dad wouldn't let Tom talk to me on the phone anymore after that. Our crowds at school were very different, so we never pursued it. Too bad; it would have helped me out a lot when I got into high school if I could have been able to get the principal's son off on a regualar basis -- it might have helped my grades!